Having said that, Qiao Rong still couldn't believe it, and asked weakly again.

"You really don't blame me?"

Qiao Rong's timid appearance fell in Wen Changqing's eyes, stabbing his heart hard.

Is he so terrible? Or does he look like a man of his word?

Wen Changqing's anger was displayed on his face, and even the words he said seemed to be full of anger.

"Do you want to be punished?"

Wen Changqing's sudden change made Qiao Rong a little overwhelmed, how could someone who was gentle as water in the last second be angry in the next second?

Qiao Rong secretly felt in her heart that Wen Changqing's mood was changeable, but on the surface, she still looked like she was aggrieved and disposed of.

When Wen Changqing saw this scene, he also knew that he was too emotional, and blamed himself for scaring Qiao Rong in his heart, and there was no reprimand in his tone.

"Alright, open your notebook and get ready for class, let's pick up where we left off."

Even though Wen Changqing has countless means, he can't bear to use these means on Qiao Rong, and when facing Qiao Rong, Wen Changqing is helpless.

Wen Changqing's favorite little girl, he has to endure no matter how hard he endures.

Qiao Rong didn't know Wen Changqing's true thoughts, she only felt that she could get away with it this time, purely because of her luck.

Qiao Rong, who thought she was lucky, obediently obeyed Wen Changqing's words, opened her notebook, and turned to the page she wrote last time.

Just when she was about to listen carefully, she realized something more embarrassing.

She didn't bring a pen, she originally wanted to borrow a pen from Wen Changqing, but that incident happened before that, and Qiao Rong didn't know how to speak for a while.

Just when Qiao Rong was hesitating, Wen Changqing had already taken out his textbook and was ready to give a lecture.

As soon as he raised his eyes, Wen Changqing found that Qiao Rong was stunned in the chair, staring at him with a look of wanting to say something, which made him feel very inexplicable.

"What's wrong, what's the problem?"

Since Wen Changqing opened his mouth to ask, Qiao Rong couldn't hide anything, so she had to tell her that she didn't bring a pen.

Wen Changqing listened, didn't say a word, took out another pen from the drawer, and handed it to Qiao Rong.

Taking the pen, Qiao Rong habitually said thank you.

This is not the first time Qiao Rong has said thank you to Wen Changqing, she herself doesn't seem to realize how sensitive Wen Changqing is to these two words, and she still has due politeness to Wen Changqing.

Wen Changqing finally couldn't help it, he lowered his head and flipped through the book, muttering softly in a deep voice.

"You don't have to say thank you to me in the future."

After Qiao Rong heard this, she raised her little head sharply and looked in the direction of Wen Changqing, but Wen Changqing still lowered his head and read the book, as if he hadn't spoken at all.

If it weren't for the incomparable silence in the study, there was no second person except her and Wen Changqing, Qiao Rong thought that she had heard it wrong just now.

The two of them started the make-up class with their own thoughts, Wen Changqing taught her best, but Qiao Rong didn't understand anything.

After all, Qiao Rong didn't have much medical knowledge base, and the first few classes were still very unfamiliar with this knowledge, and she had no experience at all.

After a class, Qiao Rong roughly understood the causes of death from a venomous snake bite, the most effective early treatment and local treatment after being bitten by a venomous snake.

Wen Changqing seemed to be deliberately slowing down the pace of the lecture to allow Qiao Rong to adapt to the knowledge environment.

Seeing Qiao Rong's confused face but not daring to ask, he took the initiative to lend a helping hand to Qiao Rong.

"In the process of learning, you must ask questions in time if you don't know them."

Hearing Wen Changqing's words, Qiao Rong nodded again and again, and took this sentence to heart.

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